So you're one of those chicks who's always messing with my collar, yeah? Cool. I bet you tie bowties too. (SPOILER)Bow Tie, Bowtie, Bow-Tie? I am not sure.
Martyr isn't going to do anything for Dan you silly girl.
You're not allowed to wear underwear to work! Is it in the dress code? (SPOILER)No! (SPOILER)And thank you for that helpful Link, kikimm. I have no more need to fear a sting. (SPOILER)Uh, Bilbo Baggins, look out! whatever
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schmidt_Sting_Pain_Index
I stepped on a nail. It went through my shoe, through the fragile tender skin on the bottom of my foot, and that - that, that's it. That settles it. No more shoes. I'm thrrowing the ones I have out. Gone. Bye bye shoes. They inhibit the toughening of my feet, and, I mean, I can't handle any part of my body being so soft that a friggin nail can penetrate it.
I hope you didn't tell Shiny the abridged version.
I don't know, man.
Stephen King has written about a Martin although he is a bad dude. You aren't a bad dude.
I tried to learn how to play the guitar. But it seems to require a life of practice and improvement, and I've already dedicated that kind of time to writing. I still own a little guitar. It collects dust in the corner, begging me to pick it up so I can be made foolish in front of people. (SPOILER)Even if I have no idea how to do something, like play a guitar, I will still present my skills before an excited audience and get myself ridden out on a rail. It's one of my few faults.
I hope you feel cheated out of a usernote from Christmas, Martyr. She has no work ethic.
